Boom!
Two Spartan round shields, each as tall and heavy as half a person, suddenly collided with each other, sparking a burst of friction.
On the wide training ground of Sparta.
The slender black-haired youth pushed off the ground with his right foot, slightly twisting his ankle, and forcefully tilted the wrist holding the shield, deflecting the impact at an angle.
His physical strength now indeed couldn't compare to Vergil's robustness.
But when it came to combat skills, even double the brute force wasn't enough capital for his younger brother to win.
Shields clashed, bodies intertwined.
Kratos slightly lowered his upper body, leaning sideways to support the inner side of the shield with his shoulder, and with the movement of his entire body's muscles, he pushed forward suddenly.
The flowing force instantly overwhelmed the silver-haired youth, disrupting his unstable balance.
Bang.
In an instant.
The intricate force shattered the silver-haired youth, destabilizing his floating body.
Bang.
Just one round of frontal confrontation, and Vergil, holding the shield, was already in disarray, falling to the ground.
But the practice was not over yet.
The fair skin felt the breeze gently.
No need to look back.
Kratos leaned slightly to the side, narrowly avoiding the thrust of the spear.
He suddenly reached out and, with his elbow, caught the wooden spear coming from behind him.
With a slight shake, the long spear suddenly vibrated like a bowstring.
The thrusting silver-haired youth suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his hands, unable to grip the spear handle.
The spear continued to vibrate.
Dante's fingers became numb, and the posture of holding the spear collapsed suddenly.
However, his body, driven by the momentum of the charge, continued to surge forward.
Kratos smiled.
He casually extended his foot and lightly tripped him.
"Oops!"
Bang.
As the youngest brother, Dante, fell abruptly to the ground, face down, eating dirt.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."
The two silver-haired brothers shook their heads and got up from the ground, pushing aside their shields and spears, supporting each other as they slowly stood up from the sand of the Sparta training ground.
Lost again...
Two against one, and still getting beaten. What a disgrace!
The two silver-haired youths glanced at each other.
As always, they began to bicker.
"Vergil!"
Dante took the lead in complaining.
"Why did you fall down at the first contact! I haven't even exerted my full strength yet!"
"... And you dare blame me?!"
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
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